“Yes, sir.”
He leads me through the club and to a very nice, but not flashy, black sedan.
“Oh wait. Can we take a picture? I tricked my dad into coming tonight by telling him I was too drunk to drive.”
“Are you?” I get the feeling he would shut this down if I was drunk.
He has standards, and I like that.
“No, I just got here then I found you, so there was no reason to keep looking.” I press up tight against him and lean up for a kiss. He doesn’t disappoint and gives me a sweet peck.
“Where do you live?”
He tells me his address, and then we snap a quick selfie. I send it to Izzy because he’s my bestie and for safety reasons. Always let someone know where you’re going.
I’ll wait to send it to Dad. He should be getting to the club in exactly seven minutes. How do I know this? Because I have a tracker on his phone. And on Mom’s and Izzy’s.
The world is a crazy fucking place, and I want to know where my family is at all times.
My sexy lumberjack opens the door for me.
I normally like to be the one to do those types of things, but we just met and he doesn’t know my preferences.
“Such a gentleman,” I purr and stand on the door frame to give him a kiss before I climb into the passenger’s side. Once he’s in his seat, I lean across his body and drag his seatbelt slowly across his chest to buckle him in.
“Thanks, Daddy,” he purrs, and it’s hard to tell if he’s offended or enjoying it.
I’m not a Daddy, but it sounds so good coming from his plush lips. So I lean over and give him a kiss.
This time, it’s a real kiss with tongues. Too bad the angle is so awkward I can’t get my body flush with his. I decide we need to get to a bednow,or a flat surface in a semi-private space. I’m not picky. I want more of this man, and I’m going to take it, but not in his car.
“What’s your name?” I ask when I pull back.
“Whit,” he whispers and tries to follow my lips. He already looks fucked out, and his dick is trying to say hello through his tight jeans.
“I’m Leo, and don’t bother asking me what it’s short for.
“Must be something embarrassing then,” he teases.
“Just drive. I really need to get my dick in you.” I grab it for emphasis, and he licks his lips. “Now hurry up and we might have time for two rounds.” I run my tongue around his ear and then whisper, “I know you want to suck my dick.”
“I do.”
I sit back down and check my phone while he pulls into traffic.
Dad is three minutes away.
“Why are you trying to trick your dad to a bar?” he asks.
“He needs to get out more, and a few guys he knows were going to be at that bar tonight.”
“Won’t he realize that you’re just trying to get him there then?”
“He doesn’t know these guys are out.” I laugh. “I just outed them.”
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone that some guys at a bar might be gay.” He pauses. “Why doesn’t he want to go out with his friends?”
“Because he’s a lonely crab.”
